| Straight: Celebrity: Seeing John 4: Island of Desiree 4 (1/6) |
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When John nudged me, I sat up quickly. We took a quick dip in the pond right before bed, and had our clothes ready. In minutes we were in camo shorts and black tank tops with boots. I put my braids in a ponytail and we began packing our pockets. John carried our pack. John was amused with how fast I was moving. “You sure you weren’t in the service?” “Uh…a long story,” I nodded, putting on my wrist braces, which extended from my hand halfway to my elbow. I did suffer from tendonitis, but the metal braces could pack a whallop if someone got too close. I patted his chin with it, both of us hearing the metal against bone tapping lightly. John’s brows went up, and then he nodded, chuckling to himself. John jumped out of our bedroom window, and caught me when I jumped after him. I trotted behind him to the pond, and we made our way around it. We saw Chief and Sarah trotting from the other side. “So…?” John asked as we met, looking at the rooftops of the camp in the distance. “Everyone’s asleep,” he nodded. “And get this, I saw a man and a woman arrive last night about o’two hundred.” “Is the boat there?” “No, they were dropped off.” “Did they have guns?” “No, just packs.” “The hell is going on?” John thought aloud. Just then we heard a crash from camp. “Time to go,” John nodded, starting to move. “I booby trapped our door.” I began moving. We moved deeper into the jungle, deeper than we’d ever been. John led the way, using his bigger knife to cut through brush while staring at the compass in the handle. I had a spare attached to my belt hoop, as well as a few other things. “How far do we have to go?” Sarah asked as they moved quickly along the small path John cut. “The island is only about a mile and a half long,” Chief nodded. “But it could take some time with all this.” We managed to get half a mile away from the pond. We could hear paint guns going off in the distance. Sarah lost her balance and fell forward on-me. I was scratched up, even strained my ankle. John decided to stop and rest so he could get a better look at me. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “Not your fault, Pix,” John said softly. He was about to go into the backpack, but I raised a hand. “What?” I pulled an ankle brace from my cargo pocket, and a small first aid kit. “Damn, woman,” he laughed softly. “Were you with the scouts?” “Nope,” I shrugged. “Single mom, remember?” He smiled affectionately, taking off my shoe. “Yeah.” “Yeah,” I echoed, taking off my sock. He slipped the ankle brace on, and put the sock on. I lowered my voice and leaned closer to him. “I wish we could move faster. Is it me or are they slowing down?” “Yeah, I know, but they are older.” “A retired commander and his wife,” I sighed. John froze. “Did you say retired commander?” “Yeah.” John’s eyes narrowed, but he concentrated on lacing up my boots. |
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